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it's all porn, I'm so sorry.
Title: Youthless (Modern Guilt)
Fandom: RPFS, K-Pop, IU/T-ara
Pairing: IU/Jiyeon
Rating: R
Prompt: erotic hypnosis
AO3
The first time it happens, Jiyeon's just turned nineteen.
She's mad, madder than she's ever been, and stares down at Eunjung with nothing short of murder in her eyes.
And then-Eunjung stops. Right in the middle of an argument, Eunjung just goes silent. Face blank and mouth hanging open, Eunjung looks at nothing in particular but Jiyeon can feel her. She can feel the anger from their fight slowly dissipate into... calm.
Rolling waves, lush forests, waterfalls.
The images aren't running through Jiyeon's mind, but she can still see them, can feel them as if she's the one trying to retreat to a happy place.
By the time she realizes she's in Eunjung's head, the tug between them slackens and Eunjung snaps out of her daze, confused and fuming all at once.
By then, Jiyeon's already out the door.
*
The second time it happens, Jiyeon isn't any closer to feeling like nineteen.
It's an accident again, mostly.
Soyeon's going through outfits, standing in front of the mirror in just her underwear and wondering which color looks better on her, while Jiyeon wondered why she never noticed the curve of her back or the dip between her shoulder blades.
The room gets hot suddenly and Jiyeon feels like her clothes are too tight on her, like she's being constrained. It's a while before she notices Soyeon's stopped talking and is just standing there staring back at herself in the mirror.
Jiyeon squirms on the bed, tries to block out the images going through her-Soyeon's-mind.
When Soyeon gasps, Jiyeon stumbles out into the hallway and tries not to think about how she held on to the control until she was out of the room.
*
The third time it happens, Jiyeon is almost twenty and far too acquainted with adulthood.
Jieun invites her over under the guise of celebrating early, when really, all they end up doing is drinking on Jieun's couch and watching bad soap operas.
Jiyeon mostly has control of it now. Kind of.
Jieun laughs at something and squeezes her thigh and-and maybe she doesn't have control of it. Not at all.
Jiyeon squeezes her legs together and tries not to let her mind stray. She tries so very hard not to think about the heat pooling between her thighs and how Jieun's hand on her is anything but comforting.
The room goes still and Jieun breathes shallowly next to her, eyes set on the television and unfocused.
It's like that day back in Soyeon's room, the air gets stiflingly hot and Jiyeon feels like she's suffocating in her own body-uneasy and unrestrained in the worst ways.
All the worst things she's ever thought about Jieun flash before her eyes and she can't be sure that Jieun isn't seeing the same things: Jieun on her knees, Jiyeon on her knees, Jieun making Jiyeon wish there wasn't anywhere else she'd rather be.
From the corner of her eye, Jiyeon makes out Jieun's hand moving swiftly down the front of her own shorts and it takes Jiyeon a beat to realize her own hand was already playing with the elastic of her waistband.
When they finally snap out of it, breathing hard and labored, Jieun's gripping Jiyeon's thigh hard enough to leave marks.
Title: A Heart Attack Called Lust
Fandom: RPFS, K-Pop, Nine Muses
Pairing: Hyemi/Everyone
Rating: R
Prompt: everyone in nine muses fucks hyemi
AO3
At first she thinks it's a game. A really messed up game that reeks of Erin or Hyuna's handiwork. The kind of game that makes her think everyone just sat around one day and said, "This is how we'll ruin her day."
She doesn't miss the way Sam's mouth curves up as she pins Hyemi against the door, her tights bunched around her knees and underwear soon to follow with the way Sam's hands are tugging at her. She's bare, panting, and clawing at Sam's back. Her breath hitches as soon as Sam tentatively strokes the inside of her thigh and she definitely doesn't miss the way Sam chuckles-the sound resonating low and down her spine. With a firm press of her fingers to push her legs apart, Sam bites her bottom lip before leaning in and kissing her.
If this is a game, Hyemi's determined to win.
*
Hyemi can't look at Sam in the eye for a week and her ears burn whenever they're within an arm's length of each other.
So, point to Sam.
*
"Hey, jumpy."
Startled, Hyemi pulls off her headphones and glares at Eunji over the top of her book. "Do you mind?"
"Not really," she says and straddles Hyemi's hips.
For a split second her mind takes her back to that closet, being pinned by Sam and writhing until she chuckled and-
One moment she sees Sam's face closing in on her in her mind, the next it's Eunji. Except Eunji really is leaning in and kissing her. For lack of a better idea, Hyemi freezes. Eunji coaxes her lips apart, brings a hand up behind her neck until Hyemi drops her book and kisses back.
Not that she spends time thinking about this but Eunji's hastier than she had expected. Eunji breaks the kiss only to trail kisses down her throat, teeth lightly grazing sensitive skin. She's not sure how or when but her shirt is quickly taken care of and before she can even feel the chill of the room, Eunji's palming her chest until she's arching into her.
Eunji manages to wedge her hand between their bodies and down Hyemi's shorts. She flinches from a different kind of cold and doesn't stop shaking even as Eunji's fingers warm themselves between her legs.
*
She notices they start hanging out more, Eunji and Sam. Even when the whole group is together, Eunji and Sam are off by themselves at Hyuna's kitchen table. They both look at her until her cheeks feel hot and her legs threaten to give out.
Hyemi walks by them quickly in an attempt to leave the room before either of them can get any ideas because she's learned that she's sensitive in all the right places and they know.
*
"Go away," Sera says to the camera before pulling Hyemi inside the closet and pushing her back against a wall.
"What-"
"You'll have to be quiet, that camera crew is still out there," Sera says simply before lifting her skirt.
Hyemi doesn't have time to be surprised because Sera pushes her underwear to the side and all she can manage are muffled moans as she grips the back of Sera's head.
Sera's nails dig into her thighs and she doesn't even care, all she cares about is grinding down against Sera's mouth and telling her to shut up when she hushes her.
*
When they go back out to resume filming, no one comments about the bite marks on the back of her hand and Sera walks around looking smug with herself.
*
"Want to go for a ride?" Erin dangles keys in front of her face and Hyemi glances at the car skeptically. It's a nice car, too nice of a car.
"Whose car is that?"
"Does it matter?"
Hyemi shrugs and follows Erin.
They drive with the music set low and one conversation flowing into the next. As soon as it feels like a silence is about to fall, Erin seamlessly switches topics and keeps the both of them talking.
They drive and talk until the sun sets and they're parked along an empty coastline.
The conversation keeps going until it doesn't, and Erin's crawled over the console and into Hyemi's lap, whispering into her ear to push the seat back. Hyemi does as she's told and lifts her arms when she's prompted, letting Erin take her shirt off and finger the edges of her bra.
Even with the radio off the car is never suffocatingly silent, Erin makes sure Hyemi's pants and moans fill the small space and echo in her ears.
*
Hyemi loses track of who's even winning anymore. She's not even sure there's actually a game at all because she's been hanging out with Sungah all day and not once has she tried anything.
Sungah takes her to a movie and doesn't do anything about Hyemi jumping every time the monsters startle her. She takes her to dinner and behaves. She walks her to her door and Hyemi's about to thank her for the weirdly pleasant night when she notices Sungah's fidgeting.
And, oh.
"So," Hyemi drawls. She reaches a hand out to tug on Sungah's collar, watching her thought process play out on her face until it reaches a conclusion.
Before Hyemi can pull, Sungah surges forward and kisses the corner of her mouth. She kisses her again and again and it isn't until Sungah's hands are up her shirt that she realizes they're still outside her apartment.
"Keys," she says scratchily, guiding Sungah's mouth back up her neck.
They're not inside long before Sungah tugs on Hyemi's belt and pushes her down on the couch. Sungah pulls her pants off, wastes no time in trailing kisses up her thighs and mouthing her over the thin cotton until Hyemi's feet are digging into Sungah's back.
*
Hyemi's never considered herself a cat person, if anything, she starts to consider herself less of one after all the time she spends at Hyuna's apartment.
The cats are finicky. They get hair everywhere and they pounce on her lap whenever they try to escape from Hyuna's clutches. She doesn't mind petting one when it's on her lap but she does mind the cat hair-it gets on her clothes, her body, and in her throat.
It takes at least a dozen sneezes for Hyuna to offer her a clean shirt.
She's topless and rummaging through Hyuna's closet when the door clicks softly behind her.
Hyuna doesn't say a word, just strolls toward Hyemi and walks them both to the bed. Hyemi's legs hit the edge and Hyuna pushes her down with a firm hand on her chest. Hyemi lies back, slides her hands on top of Hyuna's as they pinch and squeeze.
She lets Hyuna push her legs apart with her knee, writhes against her until Hyuna's chuckling at her and Hyemi can't even be bothered to work up a glare.
*
Kyungri swats at Hyemi blindly and wiggles her entire body until the bed shakes and Minha's laughing at them from the other side of the room.
"Why are you filming this?" Hyemi tips her head back against Kyungri's shoulder and throws her magazine at Minha.
Minha shrugs and places her phone down on the desk with the lens aimed at the bed. She jumps onto the bed at Hyemi's other side and she's suddenly very aware that she's lodged between Kyungri and Minha. Being stuck between a rock and a hard place is nothing compared to feeling Kyungri's back through her thin shirt and Minha's bare legs tangled with hers.
Someone's hand-Minha's probably-trails up her shoulder and pushes until Hyemi's on her side and facing Kyungri. She doesn't have time to wonder when Kyungri even turned around because they're face to face and her body is telling her it's still not close enough.
Kyungri closes the distance between them, angles their mouths together that leaves her pulling at the front of Kyungri's shirt. Behind her, Minha pushes into her back until she feels her chest against her.
She's overstimulated and panting against Kyungri's neck as Minha's hands roam up and down her body. Somewhere between Minha getting a hand down her pants and Kyungri peeling off her clothes, Hyemi ends up half sitting with her back pressed against Minha's bare chest and legs pushed apart by Kyungri's impatience.
Even if this isn't a game, Hyemi's still winning.
Title: If It's Not Keeping You Up Nights (What's the Point)
Fandom: RPFS, K-Pop, Nine Muses
Pairing: Sera/Everyone
Rating: R
Prompt: sera fucks everyone in nine muses
AO3
Sera is bored. Her phone is dead, she didn't think to bring any books with her, and the only other person in the waiting room with her is Kyungri. Kyungri who's even more bored and glued to her phone. Sera is bored and knows all too well how dangerous idle hands can be.
"Come with me to the bathroom," she says, standing up and walking over to Kyungri.
"No?" Kyungri scrunches her face, tearing her gaze away from the screen long enough to fix Sera with a look.
"I'll make it worth your while." Never one to wait for an answer, Sera pulls Kyungri up and drags her to the bathroom. Kyungri looks like she's about to protest and Sera shuts down any thoughts she might voice by covering her mouth with her own.
It's tentative. Sera's hands linger by Kyungri's sides and she only lets their lips touch just so, giving Kyungri a chance to push her away if she wants to. Sera half expects it, for Kyungri to shove her back and maybe even slap her.
She doesn't expect Kyungri to pull her in by her waist and nipping on her bottom lip. It's all the green light that she needs and prompts her to push Kyungri's back against the door. She pins Kyungri's wandering arms above her head and keeps a firm grip when she feels resistance. Sera works a thigh between Kyungri's legs, pushes and pushes up against her until Kyungri is half whining and half moaning into her mouth.
By the time Sera lets go of Kyungri's arms, they fall limply to her side and Kyungri is actively grinding down on her thigh. The friction alone is what stops her from wasting time to take their pants off.
It takes her a while to notice Kyungri's hands have made their way up her shirt and beneath her bra. Just because idle hands are the devil's playthings doesn't mean she doesn't like them.
*
The first and last time Sera tries whiskey is when she's with Erin.
It's unpleasant. It burns on its way down her throat and settles hotly in her stomach. She's already unsettled, she doesn't need something as horrible as whiskey to exacerbate it.
"There's this shot that tastes like a pancake breakfast," Erin says excitedly.
"God, no," she says with distaste but looks at Erin fondly. Her eyes trail down Erin's frame, taking note of every exposed patch of skin. "Just be a normal person and take me out to a real breakfast after spending the night at my place."
Erin curves an eyebrow at her. "And why would I be spending the night at your place?"
"Because," Sera says, pulling Erin in by the hem of her shirt, "I can tell you're bored and you keep trying to get me drunk." Which wouldn't be difficult, but still. Alcohol or not, her insides are burning and Erin's ear is close enough for her to bite.
They don't make it as far as Sera's apartment but they do make it out to the backseat of Erin's car.
Erin shoves her down on her back and Sera lets her. As long as she gets Erin's top off and she has a nice view, she really doesn't mind.
"Is this why you're always wearing a skirt?" Erin asks as soon her bare skin is touching the leather seats. "Or do you just like showing off your new lingerie?"
Sera's breath hitches as soon as Erin runs her fingers up her thigh. "A little bit of both," she gasps, pulling Erin's face down to her.
Erin kisses her lazily and with purpose, she draws it out and takes her time fingering the edge of her waistband as Sera writhes beneath her. The very first touch where Sera wants it has her biting into Erin's shoulder and muffling a groan.
Before Erin could get too far ahead, Sera works her hand down the front of Erin's pants and shows her just how frustrating it is that no one takes advantage of how often she wears skirts.
*
"Does everyone know what they're supposed to do tomorrow? I know someone's going to forget something, someone always does." Hyemi paces the length of her living room, not quite frantically but not as calmly as she thinks she is.
"Relax," Sera says, standing to stop Hyemi in her tracks.
"I can't," Hyemi says with a glare, "you almost ruined the surprise last year."
"It worked out in the end, didn't it?"
"Hardly."
Sera rolls her eyes and stops any further criticisms by kissing Hyemi full on the mouth. She yelps a little and Sera takes the opportunity to run her tongue along the roof of her mouth until Hyemi's gripping her shoulders.
"Relax," Sera repeats and moves from Hyemi's mouth to her jaw, her neck. Hyemi tilts her head, giving her better access and Sera walks them backwards to the couch.
She's so sure Hyemi's nice and relaxed once she's reduced her to a panting mess of naked limbs and breathy demands that she's a little offended when Hyemi finds the effort to say, "We have to send Sungah away on an errand tomorrow. She's going to spill something, I just know it."
*
Eunji corners her in the break room after practice, all mischievous smiles and plotting eyes. "What did you get for Hyuna's birthday?"
Sera narrows her eyes. "Get your own gift ideas."
"I already bought hers!"
"Liar," Sera says with a laugh and pokes Eunji in the shoulder.
Eunji grabs her finger, squeezing slightly before she grabs her around the wrist. "I just want to know what you got her. Tell me," she whines.
"Make me."
Eunji pulls until they're inches apart and she freezes. Sera stares back challengingly and Eunji almost looks like she's about to panic. Before Eunji can retreat, Sera closes the distance between them and feels Eunji go stiff when she kisses her.
It doesn't take long for Eunji to kiss her back and then she's pushing Sera against a counter. It's sloppy and all enthusiasm and it makes Sera pull her closer.
Sera turns them around, hands at Eunji's waist and prompting her to sit on the counter. She's thankful for the short shorts Eunji's always wearing to practice and it's not long before Eunji's pulling her hair and tightening her thighs around her head.
*
Sam doesn't even pretend to be surprised when Sera kisses her.
One minute they're trying to decide on dress colors, the next Sera is pushing Sam back down on the bed and licking into her mouth. Sam sneaks her hands up Sera's shirt and unclasps her bra as if it were nothing. She'd be impressed if she didn't already think Sam's had practice with getting bras off.
"Shirt," she says, pulling Sam up so she can tug it over her head. She trails kisses down her throat, the dip between her chest, and to the top of her waistband. Sera takes her time in getting Sam's pants off, kisses lazy patterns on her stomach instead and laughs when Sam hisses at her to get on with it.
In hindsight, Sam was probably expecting this; she should have known so when she walked into a room full of lit candles.
*
"You're the worst," Sera pouts and Minha just laughs at her. "You never let me win."
"Yeah, but you like it," Minha says matter-of-factly.
"Maybe a little," Sera says lowly and pulls Minha into her lap. Her arms fall around her shoulders and Sera uses the momentum to angle Minha's head down to her face. She catches Minha's lips, pulls her tight against her body when she feels Minha's hands slide around the back of her neck.
She feels Minha's hesitance, feels the way she lightly scratches the base of her scalp and kisses her stiffly. Sera's about to pull back when Minha runs her hands down her front and cups her chest through her shirt. It's all the push she needs to unbutton Minha's jeans and squeeze her hand down past the waistband and into wetness.
*
Sera slowly makes her way to Sungah's apartment, feet dragging and half asleep. She slumps against the door before she remembers she has a key.
("Keep her busy," Hyemi had said firmly. "We only need a couple of hours to set up.")
It's not that she resents being put on distraction duty, if anything she's excited. Distracting Sungah is already one of her favorite things to do and if it gets her out of having to decorate then all the better. What she does resent is being pulled out of bed at the unholiest of hours.
Hyemi ordering her around only made it a tiny bit bearable.
Sera unlocks the door and walks in to find Sungah sitting in the small kitchen. Sungah looks up from her breakfast, fresh-faced and chipper. Of course she's a morning person.
"Hey." Sungah stares at her for a moment before gesturing to the seat by her. "Breakfast?"
Instead of answering, Sera makes her way to the couch and plops down face first.
"Shouldn't we be meeting up with the others soon?"
"What? No." Sera shoots back up, ready to pounce on Sungah and keep her in the apartment if she has to. "We don't have to do anything. Let's hang out."
"I'm pretty sure I got a text about it. Let me get my phone," Sungah says, standing.
Sera intercepts her path and grabs Sungah by the waist. There's a moment where they're just standing in the middle of the living room, Sera's hold on Sungah firm and unwavering and Sungah's eyes darting all over Sera's face. Sera does the only thing she can think of and leans up to kiss Sungah.
She kisses her top lip, then her bottom, then fully and deeply until Sungah fists her hands into her shirt and pulls.
Sera vaguely remembers the layout of Sungah's apartment. She blindly feels her way around until they're stumbling into Sungah's bedroom and they topple over on the bed with Sera straddling Sungah's waist. Sera eases back, shucks her shirt off and quickly does the same to Sungah's. Sungah stares for a moment before reaching up and pulling Sera back down, hands wandering down her neck and to the sides of her breasts.
Sera kisses her way down Sungah's throat, leaving little bite marks and sucking hard enough to make Sungah arch into her. She moves down her chest, past the naval piercing and tugs on Sungah's shorts. The pattern on Sungah's underwear makes her pause long enough for Sungah to sit up.
"Isn't this from a cartoon?" she asks, stifling a grin.
"No," Sungah stammers and sits up, hands at her waist and trying to grab her shorts.
Sera pushes her back down with a laugh. "It's cute," she says and kisses her. She can feel Sungah pouting into the kiss. She keeps pouting until Sera gets her hand past her waistband and by then the only thing coming out of Sungah's mouth was short needy breaths.
*
Sera shows up at Hyuna's apartment the second it turns midnight. Hyuna doesn't look as surprised as she had hoped but she lets her in all the same.
"Happy birthday," Sera says, peeling her coat off.
"Thanks," Hyuna says with a smile that makes her eyes disappear. "You could have just called, the weather looks pretty bad."
Sera shrugs. "Can't give you your gift through the phone." Actually, now that she thinks about it she probably could if she tried.
"It must be good if you braved the storm."
"Oh, it is." Sera drapes her coat on a chair, turns around and walks to Hyuna with a purpose. "You only get it if you win though," she says with her hand on Hyuna's chest, guiding her backwards and to the couch. She shoves her slightly until Hyuna settles down on the couch and Sera swings a leg over her lap and sits down on top of her. "No touching," she whispers before leaning in to kiss her.
Hyuna's quick to respond, opens her mouth immediately at the touch of Sera's tongue on her bottom lip. Sera grips the back of the couch, tightens her legs around Hyuna's waist and grinds down without trying to. Hyuna inhales sharply and she can hear her arms start to move.
"No touching," Sera reminds her and kisses away the protest forming on Hyuna's lips.
Sera tries pushing Hyuna back into the couch with the force of the kiss and Hyuna pushes back just as hard. Their kisses go from slow and leisurely to desperate and needy. Sera grinds her hips against Hyuna and hopes she's not losing circulation from how firmly she's gripping the couch.
The way Hyuna's tongue keeps darting into her mouth makes her want to give up, her hands sliding down the couch and itching to touch, grab, and stroke.
Sera's within an inch of giving in when she feels it-Hyuna's hands moving up her stomach and seeking out her chest.
"You lose," Sera says between kisses, gripping the back of Hyuna's head and groaning when she makes it past her bra and squeezes.
"You should let me win since it's my birthday," Hyuna breathes into Sera's mouth.
"The present was going to be the same win or lose," Sera says and lifts her shirt over her head. She reaches a hand back to unclasp her bra but Hyuna beats her to it, shucking it off hastily. She turns Hyuna, laying her back on the couch and pulls her pants off. "Happy birthday, for real this time," she says and settles between Hyuna's legs.
A slow smile spreads across her face when she looks up at Hyuna. Her eyes have slid shut and her head falls against the arm of the couch, back arched and hips moving frantically, trying to seek out Sera's mouth. Sera takes her time kissing up the inside of Hyuna's thighs, tries not to bite into soft flesh when she notices Hyuna cupping herself.
There's just something about how easily Hyuna unravels beneath her. It's something she wants to keep doing again and again. No one ever said sex couldn't be the gift that keeps on giving.
Title: Youthless (Modern Guilt)
Fandom: RPFS, K-Pop, IU/T-ara
Pairing: IU/Jiyeon
Rating: R
Prompt: erotic hypnosis
AO3
The first time it happens, Jiyeon's just turned nineteen.
She's mad, madder than she's ever been, and stares down at Eunjung with nothing short of murder in her eyes.
And then-Eunjung stops. Right in the middle of an argument, Eunjung just goes silent. Face blank and mouth hanging open, Eunjung looks at nothing in particular but Jiyeon can feel her. She can feel the anger from their fight slowly dissipate into... calm.
Rolling waves, lush forests, waterfalls.
The images aren't running through Jiyeon's mind, but she can still see them, can feel them as if she's the one trying to retreat to a happy place.
By the time she realizes she's in Eunjung's head, the tug between them slackens and Eunjung snaps out of her daze, confused and fuming all at once.
By then, Jiyeon's already out the door.
*
The second time it happens, Jiyeon isn't any closer to feeling like nineteen.
It's an accident again, mostly.
Soyeon's going through outfits, standing in front of the mirror in just her underwear and wondering which color looks better on her, while Jiyeon wondered why she never noticed the curve of her back or the dip between her shoulder blades.
The room gets hot suddenly and Jiyeon feels like her clothes are too tight on her, like she's being constrained. It's a while before she notices Soyeon's stopped talking and is just standing there staring back at herself in the mirror.
Jiyeon squirms on the bed, tries to block out the images going through her-Soyeon's-mind.
When Soyeon gasps, Jiyeon stumbles out into the hallway and tries not to think about how she held on to the control until she was out of the room.
*
The third time it happens, Jiyeon is almost twenty and far too acquainted with adulthood.
Jieun invites her over under the guise of celebrating early, when really, all they end up doing is drinking on Jieun's couch and watching bad soap operas.
Jiyeon mostly has control of it now. Kind of.
Jieun laughs at something and squeezes her thigh and-and maybe she doesn't have control of it. Not at all.
Jiyeon squeezes her legs together and tries not to let her mind stray. She tries so very hard not to think about the heat pooling between her thighs and how Jieun's hand on her is anything but comforting.
The room goes still and Jieun breathes shallowly next to her, eyes set on the television and unfocused.
It's like that day back in Soyeon's room, the air gets stiflingly hot and Jiyeon feels like she's suffocating in her own body-uneasy and unrestrained in the worst ways.
All the worst things she's ever thought about Jieun flash before her eyes and she can't be sure that Jieun isn't seeing the same things: Jieun on her knees, Jiyeon on her knees, Jieun making Jiyeon wish there wasn't anywhere else she'd rather be.
From the corner of her eye, Jiyeon makes out Jieun's hand moving swiftly down the front of her own shorts and it takes Jiyeon a beat to realize her own hand was already playing with the elastic of her waistband.
When they finally snap out of it, breathing hard and labored, Jieun's gripping Jiyeon's thigh hard enough to leave marks.
Title: A Heart Attack Called Lust
Fandom: RPFS, K-Pop, Nine Muses
Pairing: Hyemi/Everyone
Rating: R
Prompt: everyone in nine muses fucks hyemi
AO3
At first she thinks it's a game. A really messed up game that reeks of Erin or Hyuna's handiwork. The kind of game that makes her think everyone just sat around one day and said, "This is how we'll ruin her day."
She doesn't miss the way Sam's mouth curves up as she pins Hyemi against the door, her tights bunched around her knees and underwear soon to follow with the way Sam's hands are tugging at her. She's bare, panting, and clawing at Sam's back. Her breath hitches as soon as Sam tentatively strokes the inside of her thigh and she definitely doesn't miss the way Sam chuckles-the sound resonating low and down her spine. With a firm press of her fingers to push her legs apart, Sam bites her bottom lip before leaning in and kissing her.
If this is a game, Hyemi's determined to win.
*
Hyemi can't look at Sam in the eye for a week and her ears burn whenever they're within an arm's length of each other.
So, point to Sam.
*
"Hey, jumpy."
Startled, Hyemi pulls off her headphones and glares at Eunji over the top of her book. "Do you mind?"
"Not really," she says and straddles Hyemi's hips.
For a split second her mind takes her back to that closet, being pinned by Sam and writhing until she chuckled and-
One moment she sees Sam's face closing in on her in her mind, the next it's Eunji. Except Eunji really is leaning in and kissing her. For lack of a better idea, Hyemi freezes. Eunji coaxes her lips apart, brings a hand up behind her neck until Hyemi drops her book and kisses back.
Not that she spends time thinking about this but Eunji's hastier than she had expected. Eunji breaks the kiss only to trail kisses down her throat, teeth lightly grazing sensitive skin. She's not sure how or when but her shirt is quickly taken care of and before she can even feel the chill of the room, Eunji's palming her chest until she's arching into her.
Eunji manages to wedge her hand between their bodies and down Hyemi's shorts. She flinches from a different kind of cold and doesn't stop shaking even as Eunji's fingers warm themselves between her legs.
*
She notices they start hanging out more, Eunji and Sam. Even when the whole group is together, Eunji and Sam are off by themselves at Hyuna's kitchen table. They both look at her until her cheeks feel hot and her legs threaten to give out.
Hyemi walks by them quickly in an attempt to leave the room before either of them can get any ideas because she's learned that she's sensitive in all the right places and they know.
*
"Go away," Sera says to the camera before pulling Hyemi inside the closet and pushing her back against a wall.
"What-"
"You'll have to be quiet, that camera crew is still out there," Sera says simply before lifting her skirt.
Hyemi doesn't have time to be surprised because Sera pushes her underwear to the side and all she can manage are muffled moans as she grips the back of Sera's head.
Sera's nails dig into her thighs and she doesn't even care, all she cares about is grinding down against Sera's mouth and telling her to shut up when she hushes her.
*
When they go back out to resume filming, no one comments about the bite marks on the back of her hand and Sera walks around looking smug with herself.
*
"Want to go for a ride?" Erin dangles keys in front of her face and Hyemi glances at the car skeptically. It's a nice car, too nice of a car.
"Whose car is that?"
"Does it matter?"
Hyemi shrugs and follows Erin.
They drive with the music set low and one conversation flowing into the next. As soon as it feels like a silence is about to fall, Erin seamlessly switches topics and keeps the both of them talking.
They drive and talk until the sun sets and they're parked along an empty coastline.
The conversation keeps going until it doesn't, and Erin's crawled over the console and into Hyemi's lap, whispering into her ear to push the seat back. Hyemi does as she's told and lifts her arms when she's prompted, letting Erin take her shirt off and finger the edges of her bra.
Even with the radio off the car is never suffocatingly silent, Erin makes sure Hyemi's pants and moans fill the small space and echo in her ears.
*
Hyemi loses track of who's even winning anymore. She's not even sure there's actually a game at all because she's been hanging out with Sungah all day and not once has she tried anything.
Sungah takes her to a movie and doesn't do anything about Hyemi jumping every time the monsters startle her. She takes her to dinner and behaves. She walks her to her door and Hyemi's about to thank her for the weirdly pleasant night when she notices Sungah's fidgeting.
And, oh.
"So," Hyemi drawls. She reaches a hand out to tug on Sungah's collar, watching her thought process play out on her face until it reaches a conclusion.
Before Hyemi can pull, Sungah surges forward and kisses the corner of her mouth. She kisses her again and again and it isn't until Sungah's hands are up her shirt that she realizes they're still outside her apartment.
"Keys," she says scratchily, guiding Sungah's mouth back up her neck.
They're not inside long before Sungah tugs on Hyemi's belt and pushes her down on the couch. Sungah pulls her pants off, wastes no time in trailing kisses up her thighs and mouthing her over the thin cotton until Hyemi's feet are digging into Sungah's back.
*
Hyemi's never considered herself a cat person, if anything, she starts to consider herself less of one after all the time she spends at Hyuna's apartment.
The cats are finicky. They get hair everywhere and they pounce on her lap whenever they try to escape from Hyuna's clutches. She doesn't mind petting one when it's on her lap but she does mind the cat hair-it gets on her clothes, her body, and in her throat.
It takes at least a dozen sneezes for Hyuna to offer her a clean shirt.
She's topless and rummaging through Hyuna's closet when the door clicks softly behind her.
Hyuna doesn't say a word, just strolls toward Hyemi and walks them both to the bed. Hyemi's legs hit the edge and Hyuna pushes her down with a firm hand on her chest. Hyemi lies back, slides her hands on top of Hyuna's as they pinch and squeeze.
She lets Hyuna push her legs apart with her knee, writhes against her until Hyuna's chuckling at her and Hyemi can't even be bothered to work up a glare.
*
Kyungri swats at Hyemi blindly and wiggles her entire body until the bed shakes and Minha's laughing at them from the other side of the room.
"Why are you filming this?" Hyemi tips her head back against Kyungri's shoulder and throws her magazine at Minha.
Minha shrugs and places her phone down on the desk with the lens aimed at the bed. She jumps onto the bed at Hyemi's other side and she's suddenly very aware that she's lodged between Kyungri and Minha. Being stuck between a rock and a hard place is nothing compared to feeling Kyungri's back through her thin shirt and Minha's bare legs tangled with hers.
Someone's hand-Minha's probably-trails up her shoulder and pushes until Hyemi's on her side and facing Kyungri. She doesn't have time to wonder when Kyungri even turned around because they're face to face and her body is telling her it's still not close enough.
Kyungri closes the distance between them, angles their mouths together that leaves her pulling at the front of Kyungri's shirt. Behind her, Minha pushes into her back until she feels her chest against her.
She's overstimulated and panting against Kyungri's neck as Minha's hands roam up and down her body. Somewhere between Minha getting a hand down her pants and Kyungri peeling off her clothes, Hyemi ends up half sitting with her back pressed against Minha's bare chest and legs pushed apart by Kyungri's impatience.
Even if this isn't a game, Hyemi's still winning.
Title: If It's Not Keeping You Up Nights (What's the Point)
Fandom: RPFS, K-Pop, Nine Muses
Pairing: Sera/Everyone
Rating: R
Prompt: sera fucks everyone in nine muses
AO3
Sera is bored. Her phone is dead, she didn't think to bring any books with her, and the only other person in the waiting room with her is Kyungri. Kyungri who's even more bored and glued to her phone. Sera is bored and knows all too well how dangerous idle hands can be.
"Come with me to the bathroom," she says, standing up and walking over to Kyungri.
"No?" Kyungri scrunches her face, tearing her gaze away from the screen long enough to fix Sera with a look.
"I'll make it worth your while." Never one to wait for an answer, Sera pulls Kyungri up and drags her to the bathroom. Kyungri looks like she's about to protest and Sera shuts down any thoughts she might voice by covering her mouth with her own.
It's tentative. Sera's hands linger by Kyungri's sides and she only lets their lips touch just so, giving Kyungri a chance to push her away if she wants to. Sera half expects it, for Kyungri to shove her back and maybe even slap her.
She doesn't expect Kyungri to pull her in by her waist and nipping on her bottom lip. It's all the green light that she needs and prompts her to push Kyungri's back against the door. She pins Kyungri's wandering arms above her head and keeps a firm grip when she feels resistance. Sera works a thigh between Kyungri's legs, pushes and pushes up against her until Kyungri is half whining and half moaning into her mouth.
By the time Sera lets go of Kyungri's arms, they fall limply to her side and Kyungri is actively grinding down on her thigh. The friction alone is what stops her from wasting time to take their pants off.
It takes her a while to notice Kyungri's hands have made their way up her shirt and beneath her bra. Just because idle hands are the devil's playthings doesn't mean she doesn't like them.
*
The first and last time Sera tries whiskey is when she's with Erin.
It's unpleasant. It burns on its way down her throat and settles hotly in her stomach. She's already unsettled, she doesn't need something as horrible as whiskey to exacerbate it.
"There's this shot that tastes like a pancake breakfast," Erin says excitedly.
"God, no," she says with distaste but looks at Erin fondly. Her eyes trail down Erin's frame, taking note of every exposed patch of skin. "Just be a normal person and take me out to a real breakfast after spending the night at my place."
Erin curves an eyebrow at her. "And why would I be spending the night at your place?"
"Because," Sera says, pulling Erin in by the hem of her shirt, "I can tell you're bored and you keep trying to get me drunk." Which wouldn't be difficult, but still. Alcohol or not, her insides are burning and Erin's ear is close enough for her to bite.
They don't make it as far as Sera's apartment but they do make it out to the backseat of Erin's car.
Erin shoves her down on her back and Sera lets her. As long as she gets Erin's top off and she has a nice view, she really doesn't mind.
"Is this why you're always wearing a skirt?" Erin asks as soon her bare skin is touching the leather seats. "Or do you just like showing off your new lingerie?"
Sera's breath hitches as soon as Erin runs her fingers up her thigh. "A little bit of both," she gasps, pulling Erin's face down to her.
Erin kisses her lazily and with purpose, she draws it out and takes her time fingering the edge of her waistband as Sera writhes beneath her. The very first touch where Sera wants it has her biting into Erin's shoulder and muffling a groan.
Before Erin could get too far ahead, Sera works her hand down the front of Erin's pants and shows her just how frustrating it is that no one takes advantage of how often she wears skirts.
*
"Does everyone know what they're supposed to do tomorrow? I know someone's going to forget something, someone always does." Hyemi paces the length of her living room, not quite frantically but not as calmly as she thinks she is.
"Relax," Sera says, standing to stop Hyemi in her tracks.
"I can't," Hyemi says with a glare, "you almost ruined the surprise last year."
"It worked out in the end, didn't it?"
"Hardly."
Sera rolls her eyes and stops any further criticisms by kissing Hyemi full on the mouth. She yelps a little and Sera takes the opportunity to run her tongue along the roof of her mouth until Hyemi's gripping her shoulders.
"Relax," Sera repeats and moves from Hyemi's mouth to her jaw, her neck. Hyemi tilts her head, giving her better access and Sera walks them backwards to the couch.
She's so sure Hyemi's nice and relaxed once she's reduced her to a panting mess of naked limbs and breathy demands that she's a little offended when Hyemi finds the effort to say, "We have to send Sungah away on an errand tomorrow. She's going to spill something, I just know it."
*
Eunji corners her in the break room after practice, all mischievous smiles and plotting eyes. "What did you get for Hyuna's birthday?"
Sera narrows her eyes. "Get your own gift ideas."
"I already bought hers!"
"Liar," Sera says with a laugh and pokes Eunji in the shoulder.
Eunji grabs her finger, squeezing slightly before she grabs her around the wrist. "I just want to know what you got her. Tell me," she whines.
"Make me."
Eunji pulls until they're inches apart and she freezes. Sera stares back challengingly and Eunji almost looks like she's about to panic. Before Eunji can retreat, Sera closes the distance between them and feels Eunji go stiff when she kisses her.
It doesn't take long for Eunji to kiss her back and then she's pushing Sera against a counter. It's sloppy and all enthusiasm and it makes Sera pull her closer.
Sera turns them around, hands at Eunji's waist and prompting her to sit on the counter. She's thankful for the short shorts Eunji's always wearing to practice and it's not long before Eunji's pulling her hair and tightening her thighs around her head.
*
Sam doesn't even pretend to be surprised when Sera kisses her.
One minute they're trying to decide on dress colors, the next Sera is pushing Sam back down on the bed and licking into her mouth. Sam sneaks her hands up Sera's shirt and unclasps her bra as if it were nothing. She'd be impressed if she didn't already think Sam's had practice with getting bras off.
"Shirt," she says, pulling Sam up so she can tug it over her head. She trails kisses down her throat, the dip between her chest, and to the top of her waistband. Sera takes her time in getting Sam's pants off, kisses lazy patterns on her stomach instead and laughs when Sam hisses at her to get on with it.
In hindsight, Sam was probably expecting this; she should have known so when she walked into a room full of lit candles.
*
"You're the worst," Sera pouts and Minha just laughs at her. "You never let me win."
"Yeah, but you like it," Minha says matter-of-factly.
"Maybe a little," Sera says lowly and pulls Minha into her lap. Her arms fall around her shoulders and Sera uses the momentum to angle Minha's head down to her face. She catches Minha's lips, pulls her tight against her body when she feels Minha's hands slide around the back of her neck.
She feels Minha's hesitance, feels the way she lightly scratches the base of her scalp and kisses her stiffly. Sera's about to pull back when Minha runs her hands down her front and cups her chest through her shirt. It's all the push she needs to unbutton Minha's jeans and squeeze her hand down past the waistband and into wetness.
*
Sera slowly makes her way to Sungah's apartment, feet dragging and half asleep. She slumps against the door before she remembers she has a key.
("Keep her busy," Hyemi had said firmly. "We only need a couple of hours to set up.")
It's not that she resents being put on distraction duty, if anything she's excited. Distracting Sungah is already one of her favorite things to do and if it gets her out of having to decorate then all the better. What she does resent is being pulled out of bed at the unholiest of hours.
Hyemi ordering her around only made it a tiny bit bearable.
Sera unlocks the door and walks in to find Sungah sitting in the small kitchen. Sungah looks up from her breakfast, fresh-faced and chipper. Of course she's a morning person.
"Hey." Sungah stares at her for a moment before gesturing to the seat by her. "Breakfast?"
Instead of answering, Sera makes her way to the couch and plops down face first.
"Shouldn't we be meeting up with the others soon?"
"What? No." Sera shoots back up, ready to pounce on Sungah and keep her in the apartment if she has to. "We don't have to do anything. Let's hang out."
"I'm pretty sure I got a text about it. Let me get my phone," Sungah says, standing.
Sera intercepts her path and grabs Sungah by the waist. There's a moment where they're just standing in the middle of the living room, Sera's hold on Sungah firm and unwavering and Sungah's eyes darting all over Sera's face. Sera does the only thing she can think of and leans up to kiss Sungah.
She kisses her top lip, then her bottom, then fully and deeply until Sungah fists her hands into her shirt and pulls.
Sera vaguely remembers the layout of Sungah's apartment. She blindly feels her way around until they're stumbling into Sungah's bedroom and they topple over on the bed with Sera straddling Sungah's waist. Sera eases back, shucks her shirt off and quickly does the same to Sungah's. Sungah stares for a moment before reaching up and pulling Sera back down, hands wandering down her neck and to the sides of her breasts.
Sera kisses her way down Sungah's throat, leaving little bite marks and sucking hard enough to make Sungah arch into her. She moves down her chest, past the naval piercing and tugs on Sungah's shorts. The pattern on Sungah's underwear makes her pause long enough for Sungah to sit up.
"Isn't this from a cartoon?" she asks, stifling a grin.
"No," Sungah stammers and sits up, hands at her waist and trying to grab her shorts.
Sera pushes her back down with a laugh. "It's cute," she says and kisses her. She can feel Sungah pouting into the kiss. She keeps pouting until Sera gets her hand past her waistband and by then the only thing coming out of Sungah's mouth was short needy breaths.
*
Sera shows up at Hyuna's apartment the second it turns midnight. Hyuna doesn't look as surprised as she had hoped but she lets her in all the same.
"Happy birthday," Sera says, peeling her coat off.
"Thanks," Hyuna says with a smile that makes her eyes disappear. "You could have just called, the weather looks pretty bad."
Sera shrugs. "Can't give you your gift through the phone." Actually, now that she thinks about it she probably could if she tried.
"It must be good if you braved the storm."
"Oh, it is." Sera drapes her coat on a chair, turns around and walks to Hyuna with a purpose. "You only get it if you win though," she says with her hand on Hyuna's chest, guiding her backwards and to the couch. She shoves her slightly until Hyuna settles down on the couch and Sera swings a leg over her lap and sits down on top of her. "No touching," she whispers before leaning in to kiss her.
Hyuna's quick to respond, opens her mouth immediately at the touch of Sera's tongue on her bottom lip. Sera grips the back of the couch, tightens her legs around Hyuna's waist and grinds down without trying to. Hyuna inhales sharply and she can hear her arms start to move.
"No touching," Sera reminds her and kisses away the protest forming on Hyuna's lips.
Sera tries pushing Hyuna back into the couch with the force of the kiss and Hyuna pushes back just as hard. Their kisses go from slow and leisurely to desperate and needy. Sera grinds her hips against Hyuna and hopes she's not losing circulation from how firmly she's gripping the couch.
The way Hyuna's tongue keeps darting into her mouth makes her want to give up, her hands sliding down the couch and itching to touch, grab, and stroke.
Sera's within an inch of giving in when she feels it-Hyuna's hands moving up her stomach and seeking out her chest.
"You lose," Sera says between kisses, gripping the back of Hyuna's head and groaning when she makes it past her bra and squeezes.
"You should let me win since it's my birthday," Hyuna breathes into Sera's mouth.
"The present was going to be the same win or lose," Sera says and lifts her shirt over her head. She reaches a hand back to unclasp her bra but Hyuna beats her to it, shucking it off hastily. She turns Hyuna, laying her back on the couch and pulls her pants off. "Happy birthday, for real this time," she says and settles between Hyuna's legs.
A slow smile spreads across her face when she looks up at Hyuna. Her eyes have slid shut and her head falls against the arm of the couch, back arched and hips moving frantically, trying to seek out Sera's mouth. Sera takes her time kissing up the inside of Hyuna's thighs, tries not to bite into soft flesh when she notices Hyuna cupping herself.
There's just something about how easily Hyuna unravels beneath her. It's something she wants to keep doing again and again. No one ever said sex couldn't be the gift that keeps on giving.